Chapter Seventeen

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I was complete shock. I could take this a few different ways.

•I am kissing the Dan Howell

•I am kissing my coworker

•I am kissing my long-term crush

•I am kissing my best friend

Dan pulled away.

"Sorry," he muttered. I shook my head and hugged him, pulling him in for another kiss.


A phone rang loudly, waking me from my slumber on the couch. Groggily, I looked around trying to find the phone. Dan walked out from the kitchen.

"Hey, no, it's just Phil," he said holding his phone. I nodded and slumped back onto the couch.

"What-what time is it?" I yawned.

"Around noon," Dan laughed.

"Did you go home last night?" I mumbled rolling over, I fell off the couch. Dan fell into a laughing fit, "It's not funny Daniel, just answer my question."

"No, I didn't," he said.

"I, uh, what happened," I asked, "I don't remember you doing that."

"Oh not much," he said, "We watched a movie and since it was so late, I stayed over."

"Oh," I nodded.

The phone continued to ring.

"Are you going to answer that?" I asked.

"No," Dan shook his head.

"Daniel, that's your best friend calling," I scolded.

"Yeah, and you're also my best friend," he said, "He hurt you and I'm not going to talk to him until he's learned his lesson and you're feeling okay."

"I'm fine!" I lied.

"Are you really?" He gave me a doubtful look.

I shook my head, "No..."

"That's what I thought," he said.

An awkward silence passed between us before Dan spoke again.

"I left my laptop at the studio," he said, "So I'm going to run down to the studio and get it."

I quickly stood up before he left.

"Can you get Nutella from the store?!" I called.


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